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badjokes
19 / F / bisexual / Seeing someone
Olympia, Washington
The Skinny
- Last Online
- Join Date
- Ethnicity
- Asian
- Height
- 5' 7" (1.70m).
- Body Type
- Jacked
- Looking For
- New friends, Activity partners
- Smokes
- Yes
- Drinks
- Often
- Drugs
- Sometimes
- Religion
- Atheism and laughing about it
- Sign
- Sagittarius and it’s fun to think about
- Education
- Working on college/university
- Job
- Student
- Income
- —
- Kids
- Likes children
- Pets
- Likes dogs and Likes cats
- Languages
- English, Spanish, Chinese, Greek_Ancient, Esperanto
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Your Notes
Edit your notesI am inconsistent, inconsistent, and ubconsistent.
My Self-Summary
Comatose.
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Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex!
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Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex!
What I’m doing with my life
Making love to it, abusing it, saying sorry to it, making amends.
I’m really good at
Speaking nonsense; not sleeping; brushing my teeth; driving badly;
treatin' my homies good.
Lighthearted self-deprecation. Heavyhearted self-pity.
JK
Lighthearted self-deprecation. Heavyhearted self-pity.
JK
The first things people usually notice about me
My strikingly beautiful violet eyes.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Tom Robbins, Edward Estlin Cummings, Richard Brautigan, John
Ashbery, Milan Kundera, Haruki Murakami, David Foster Wallace,
Thomas Pynchon (The Crying of Lot 49); the refreshing ones
DEAD MAN, Stolen Kisses, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2046, Chungking Express, The Holy Mountain, Mulholland Drive, Blue Velvet, Fellini's Mastroianni stuff, Godard movies starring Anna Karina, Wes Anderson; Hook, Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Little Nemo
Animal Collective, all AC side projects, Talking Heads, Of Montreal, Beach House, Dirty Projectors, The Pixies, Yo La Tengo, Modest Mouse, The Microphones, Beat Happening, Mum, The Velvet Underground, Mogwai, Old Time Relijun, CocoRosie, Colleen, Rachel's, Ariel Pink, Tickley Feather, Vincent Gallo, Gowns, Eric Copeland, Black Dice, My Bloody Valentine, Fantastic Magic
Almonds, beans, tomatoes, garlic, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese. Mexican. French fries when I'm drunk. Waffles! Chevre.
DEAD MAN, Stolen Kisses, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2046, Chungking Express, The Holy Mountain, Mulholland Drive, Blue Velvet, Fellini's Mastroianni stuff, Godard movies starring Anna Karina, Wes Anderson; Hook, Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Little Nemo
Animal Collective, all AC side projects, Talking Heads, Of Montreal, Beach House, Dirty Projectors, The Pixies, Yo La Tengo, Modest Mouse, The Microphones, Beat Happening, Mum, The Velvet Underground, Mogwai, Old Time Relijun, CocoRosie, Colleen, Rachel's, Ariel Pink, Tickley Feather, Vincent Gallo, Gowns, Eric Copeland, Black Dice, My Bloody Valentine, Fantastic Magic
Almonds, beans, tomatoes, garlic, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese. Mexican. French fries when I'm drunk. Waffles! Chevre.
The six things I could never do without
The sun, water, understanding (or coming close), beds, fresh air,
something to wipe with.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What to do, what I'm doing, that first love, acting on intensely
violent and potentially gratifying impulses (e.g. STABBING THAT
KITTEN AND GNAWING AT ITS FLESH AND THEN TAPDANCING OUT THE DOOR),
libertarianism, socialism, food, sex. Blowing up the Federal
Reserve. Right/wrong. Buying a plane ticket to Costa Rica.
On a typical Friday night I am
college lyfe
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I would totally bang Miley Cyrus.
http://cm1.dotspotter.com/media/0/63/76/miley-cyrus-underwear_471x627.m.jpg
And that I'm full of shit most of the time, but that I'm not sure I really believe I am and just say so like it's some sort of defense.
http://cm1.dotspotter.com/media/0/63/76/miley-cyrus-underwear_471x627.m.jpg
And that I'm full of shit most of the time, but that I'm not sure I really believe I am and just say so like it's some sort of defense.
You should message me if
You think you should.
You believe you should.
You are completely positive that you should.
If you're absolutely *sure* you should.
Think about it for a minute. Think of what might happen.
THINK OF ALL THE FUN WE COULD HAVE!
Example:
You: Hi, so, I thought I should send you a message.
Me: Oh, really? Were you absolutely *sure* you should do so?
You: Well, I guess... kind of...
Me: You GUESS? What do you mean you guess?
You: Well, I just kind of thought, I mean I DID think, I mean, I just thought there wouldn't be any reason not to...
Me: What are you talking about?
You: Well shit, never-fucking-mind then.
Me: Fine.
You: Yeah.
Me: Yeah.
You:...
Me: Let's be friends.
You: Okay.
Me: Are you sure?
You: No.
Me: Okay.
And then we meet one sunny and warmish afternoon over coffee. Afterward we go to a playground and we swing together until we get too tired from laughing so much and then lie down in a bed of long and billowy grass listening to the wind and Simon and Garfunkel and the echos of children screaming and laughing and then we fall asleep and dream of ourselves as cherubs flying into a sparkling, rose-colored sunset.
You believe you should.
You are completely positive that you should.
If you're absolutely *sure* you should.
Think about it for a minute. Think of what might happen.
THINK OF ALL THE FUN WE COULD HAVE!
Example:
You: Hi, so, I thought I should send you a message.
Me: Oh, really? Were you absolutely *sure* you should do so?
You: Well, I guess... kind of...
Me: You GUESS? What do you mean you guess?
You: Well, I just kind of thought, I mean I DID think, I mean, I just thought there wouldn't be any reason not to...
Me: What are you talking about?
You: Well shit, never-fucking-mind then.
Me: Fine.
You: Yeah.
Me: Yeah.
You:...
Me: Let's be friends.
You: Okay.
Me: Are you sure?
You: No.
Me: Okay.
And then we meet one sunny and warmish afternoon over coffee. Afterward we go to a playground and we swing together until we get too tired from laughing so much and then lie down in a bed of long and billowy grass listening to the wind and Simon and Garfunkel and the echos of children screaming and laughing and then we fall asleep and dream of ourselves as cherubs flying into a sparkling, rose-colored sunset.
